Chapter 13A few feet from the kitchen, I find Chase changed into a gray T-shirt that hugs his well-defined back. He's changed out of the running tights which revealed splendid glutes and calves, now hidden inside midnight blue sweatpants. Quietly and admiringly, I study muscles rippling from wrist to elbow as he stirs cream into the coffee. Without warning, he turns, and again, catches me ogling as I had the hairs on his leg that foggy morning. I offer a nervous grin and manage, “Mmmm that smells good.” He grins at my obvious embarrassment. Had he sensed my presence before he turned around?
“That looks good on you. Maybe I should let you keep it.”
I adjust the hoodie falling around my hips like a fleece nightshirt. “It's a little big, but smells good,” I say taking a whiff of the sleeve
